Nobara Quotes Novels & Stories

“Once. He burned the collar completely. And he brought it to me—held it up like evidence—and said, ‘See? This is why I need you.’” “He did NOT,” one of the cousins shrieked. “He did,” I said firmly. “That was his idea of a compliment. That I was useful for laundry.” “My ex used to leave his socks on the bathroom floor,” another cousin said gleefully, “and when I asked him to pick them up, he looked me dead in the eye and said, ‘I thought that was your area.’ YOUR AREA! Like I had a jurisdiction!” “Oh, I can beat that,” I said, warming up now, and I could feel the grin pulling at my face. “Nate once looked at his grandmother—at Thanksgiving dinner—with the whole family watching—and said, and

I knew exactly how long it took to build power in this city and exactly what people traded to keep it. Nora had spent three years in my house barely speaking above a murmur at dinner. Now investors were going to wake up tomorrow and move markets because she opened her mouth. Marcus leaned back against the booth. At JFK earlier, there had been a little girl standing in front of me with Nora’s eyes and a foam ball in her hand. I saw her mouth pull down again for half a second. That exact expression. Then the boy across the terminal beside the woman Nora called Naomi. I took another drink.

Her head tilted slightly as she noticed me stir. "Hey," I said weakly. “Morning, sunshine.” She managed to say with a smirk. “Morning,” I croaked. “Well, this is cozy.” Nora snorted. “Yeah, the décor’s giving ‘serial killer chic.’ Love the ambiance.” I managed a weak laugh. “We’ve hit rock bottom, haven’t we?” “Yep,” Nora said, glancing around. “And guess what? No badass headline for us. No ‘Two Queens Conquer Island.’”

“Quinton, you’re a big boy, right? Big boys face challenges bravely, just like the heroes in your favorite stories.” He sniffled, hesitating for a moment before whispering, “Then, Mommy, if I take the shot, you have to tell me three stories.” Nora smiled through her tears. “Deal. Mommy promises.” With both parents comforting him, the nurse finally managed to give Quinton the injection. He clutched Nora’s hand tightly, refusing to look away from her, terrified she might disappear.

Nora sighed dramatically. “Fine. If I fail this quiz, just know it’s because of love.” Max shook his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “…Or because you didn’t read.” Nora pointed at him as she walked backward. “Negativity! I don’t need it!” Mary pulled her along. “Come on, lover girl. Let’s go and face reality.” As they hurried off, Nora muttered under her breath— “First quiz, then my man. One battle at a time.”

Naraja glared attentively at the orb and. Naraja: “*Sigh*, Forget it Orb~ just lead the way like you’ve graciously, always~, been doing, don’t worry we’ll keep up with y’a~..” Naraja gave Orb a thumbs up with an awkward glint smile on the side to somehow make this awkward interaction proceed. Naraja, sighed again, but this time it sounded longer and more somber because of the fact it was like a talk between him and a mirror with no voice on the other side...well besides one question. Why did Orb always ask that question. Is what Naraja had thought.

Noah suggested "I know right, thinking about it, why will a family of werewolves have private jets," I said "You know, sometimes your needs look unnecessary to others either because of your personality or behavior." "Was that a quote?” I cocked an eyebrow at Noah "I’m not sure if it was." He responded while staring at the floor bewildered "What did I even say?" He asked "I have no idea." I turned around and looked down at the window, I watched the clouds and how perfect they are although they looked just like cotton candy.

Nora gratefully sipped the water, the coughing subsiding. "Please, next time you want to drop a bombshell like that, give me a heads up," Nora said, her voice returning to its usual composure as she cleared her throat. "Sorry. That's what you get from gossiping," Veronica quipped, taking a seat and lifting her mug. They both chuckled, trying to ease the tension with humour.

“You were a very bad boy, Noah. Bent over the workbench, begging—” “I will murder you.” “—screaming ‘harder, Alpha, ruin me’—” “I will literally bury you under this tree.” Nora cackled. “Seven years of cobwebs and you pick the one guy who ghosted you. Classic.” Noah flipped her off and kept trimming branches. Nora’s eyes went wide. “ Tell me everything. Did he knot you? Of course he did. Look at you, you’re walking like you’ve got a baseball bat up your ass.”

"You think I want freedom that‍ doesn’t h‍ave you in it?" "I want y‌ou both t‍o have a l⁠i‌fe," he shoute⁠d, stand‍ing so fast⁠ the stool scree⁠ched. "I’m dying⁠, Elara. I’m‌ dying and te‍rr⁠ified every single day that the last me‍mory Nora will have is me to⁠o sick to pick he‌r‍ up or too drugge⁠d to know her name!"